We had to get tested for antibodies today, so we had to get outside. Fortunately, it was a beautiful day. Warm and sunny and everything flowering. On the way out, we stopped at Koopman’s, the lumber yard and everything else store and I bought a big white and purple fuchsia. It will match my orchids.
The Mumford Dam in May
Puffy clouds over the river
I used my iPhone because I hadn’t brought my camera. It takes good pictures — very sharp and clear — but it isn’t a camera. And transferring the pictures from the iPhone to my PC is a real pain. But it’s a convenient backup for when I don’t have a camera with me and it’s hard to complain about the quality. I do have to learn to not get my fingers in the path of the lens. I got a lot of pictures of my fingers and thumbs.
Garry with his mask
It’s my first fuchsia in three, maybe four years, since the florist I used passed away. Fitting it in with the feeders was interesting. It couldn’t be in front of the feeders or I’d never get and bird pictures.
Columbine, at home
My Brain Has Gone Off-Duty
I feel like my brain is too tired to go on.
You know how you feel when your muscles have seized up and you simply can’t walk any further? That is how my brain feels. As if it has walked too many miles and it has had quite enough.
Too much thinking.
Too much planning.
Too much organizing.
Too many bizarre questions to answer.
Too many strange problems to solve.
Too many “on hold” phone calls with no return calls, disconnects, no doctor or practitioner to talk to.
Too many issues to deal with.
Too few answers to too many questions.
Today, I’m crabby, out of answers, and tired of being told to call some other (non-answering) number that will connect me with yet another person who thinks I should speak to the doctor but won’t connect me to him or a colleague.
University of Medicine and roads
So competition with my old zing? It isn’t working today. I lack any kind of zing and frankly, going into a long siege of competition to get hold of the doctor or ANY doctor, is more than I can handle.
I am going to make some coffee. Drink some coffee, and brood on why I hate this hospital, even though they are the nicest people in the world. Hard to be both, isn’t it?
You’d think that.
FOWC with Fandango — Compete
RDP # 53 – Zing
I’ve said it before and I’m sure I will say it again.
I am lost. I am always lost.
Sometimes, this is a great thing. On vacation in Ireland, having no idea where we were or even where we were going turned out to be an adventure. We discovered things you can’t find in guidebooks. We missed most of the places everyone goes, found places no one discovers.
Somewhere in Ireland
We navigated our way from one end of the island to another. We found stone circles and earthworks and pubs. Lots of pubs. Historic Pubs. The pubs in which Peter O’Toole drank far too much.
Singing pubs. We told everyone it was our honeymoon, which was true, so we got a lot of extra mead and Irish coffee and better rooms.
We never knew where we were and that was fine.
Navigation. We don’t navigate. We just drive around until we found another great pub or better yet someplace that sold Harris tweed suits.
Dublin, September 1990
Don’t navigate. Give it up. Go forth. Find what comes. Don’t worry about whether you’ve found the right place. They are ALL right places.
Discovery is the name of the game.
Who I was and who am I now? I was an intensely cerebral child. More visceral these days. But that’s only because I can’t remember anything for more than 15 seconds.
It really reduces my cerebrality. Is that a word?